The endless history of Changgemen has long been impossible to find. What locked her was the small stone tomb. In the tomb, two paintings of Pingting women were stored. Placed on the table in front of the paintings were two lacquered wooden plates covered with dust.
"Xiao Naihe has seen the exquisite rope and the glass beads before, but the exquisite rope is no longer harmonious when waved, and the light emitted by the glass beads is no longer soft. The end of the exquisite rope is stained with the blood of a woman in the world of mortals, while the surface of the glass beads is covered with the tears of a woman in the dust..."
The wind and frost are swaying and the snow is all over the sky, and the waning moon in the river maple reflects the sparse curtains; the red color of February is falling with a smile, when will I see the Plum Fairy again? Love and hate, stepping onto the Naihe Bridge waiting for reincarnation, Meng Po stood at the end of the bridge, cooking soup for whom? After crossing this bridge, whose future is ruined and whose past is owed?
"That night, plum blossoms filled the sky. Dots of bright red were scattered like rain. She, dressed in black, was hidden in the darkness, but the plum blossoms were sprinkled on her body, like a female angel stepping on the plum blossoms. Dots of white snow were scattered like rain. He, dressed in white, stood under the plum tree, letting the rain hit him, and only murmured..."